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PATREON: In the Blood- Part 1
Well, if Christmas can encroach ever earlier than December, we can have a little Halloween, as a treat. This is the first part of the sequence posted on Big Stories for October, so enjoy! Given the ongoing circumstances, I'll be posting the first two in the last few days of November, and the other two in December.
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Silver-Stag
Count Vladimir Strigov had a problem. He had ruled over his territory for centuries now, but the filthy peasants, who were his subjects by right, kept trying to overthrow him, drive stakes through his heart, and now, they were simply… leaving. That was something he could not allow— with no peasants tilling the fields or working on his estate, his home would decay, his lifestyle would wither, and his supply of life-giving blood would dry up.
The vampire lord couldn't allow this to continue. He needed a more sustainable source of blood, not from half-starved, superstitious peasants, but a more rich source. Once empowered, he could deal properly with his unruly subjects, and they would know once more what it meant to fear the night. Thankfully, there were always a gaggle of curious travelers who came to see his homeland, and he had found a perfect pair. Two well-fed travelers from out west, a lion and a bull who seemed to come from impeccable bloodlines, judging by their scent, were soon lured into the vampire's castle, wined and dined until they were properly plump.
The vampire worked his powers on them, hypnotizing them to eat more, to indulge on the count's hospitality, until they both began to round out into acceptable weights. They struggled, to be sure, but in time, Vladimir was certain they would accept their fate. He had ensured, after all, that there would be no escape from his castle.
When he was finally certain of their ripeness, the Count bit both of his guests, and his hypothesis was right, it seemed— the two travelers, fattened like cattle, provided very rich nourishment indeed. Their blood was so much fuller in taste than the anemic peasants, and the vampire felt more empowered than he had in decades, his body hale and hearty once more. It would seem that, when it came to blood, it was quality over quantity that mattered— but, swirling his goblet and draining the last few crimson drops, Vladimir looked over his newly ripened guests. There was no reason he couldn't have both…
Art as always by
Silver-StagCount Vladimir Strigov had a problem. He had ruled over his territory for centuries now, but the filthy peasants, who were his subjects by right, kept trying to overthrow him, drive stakes through his heart, and now, they were simply… leaving. That was something he could not allow— with no peasants tilling the fields or working on his estate, his home would decay, his lifestyle would wither, and his supply of life-giving blood would dry up.
The vampire lord couldn't allow this to continue. He needed a more sustainable source of blood, not from half-starved, superstitious peasants, but a more rich source. Once empowered, he could deal properly with his unruly subjects, and they would know once more what it meant to fear the night. Thankfully, there were always a gaggle of curious travelers who came to see his homeland, and he had found a perfect pair. Two well-fed travelers from out west, a lion and a bull who seemed to come from impeccable bloodlines, judging by their scent, were soon lured into the vampire's castle, wined and dined until they were properly plump.
The vampire worked his powers on them, hypnotizing them to eat more, to indulge on the count's hospitality, until they both began to round out into acceptable weights. They struggled, to be sure, but in time, Vladimir was certain they would accept their fate. He had ensured, after all, that there would be no escape from his castle.
When he was finally certain of their ripeness, the Count bit both of his guests, and his hypothesis was right, it seemed— the two travelers, fattened like cattle, provided very rich nourishment indeed. Their blood was so much fuller in taste than the anemic peasants, and the vampire felt more empowered than he had in decades, his body hale and hearty once more. It would seem that, when it came to blood, it was quality over quantity that mattered— but, swirling his goblet and draining the last few crimson drops, Vladimir looked over his newly ripened guests. There was no reason he couldn't have both…
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